In This Race

They're counting the corpses when the dust settles down

There's rumble down the alley, dark blood on the ground

You wore your red scarf proud, now it's torn and battered

Trampled by the feet of the downtrodden

When the gate was opened and they unleashed the beasts

It was for you and the rest, the high point of the feast

You ran in front of the wave, so proud and defiant

Now you lay your face down in the gutter

But in this race, the stronger can't win

The game has been settled before it begins